Blood had dripped onto the maroon carpets, feeding a darker batch beneath their bodies..
"An…" Kim Jihun's thumb caressed Thanh Van's hand, an amused smile curving his lips. "I told you, I'm fine. It's only a scratch."
Thanh Van opened his lips but couldn't utter a single word. The emerald eyes turned to Kim Jihun, and briefly, they sparkled under the swaying lights - the tears threatening to surface.
The bullet had cut the skin open over Kim Jihun's waist, but not deep enough to be deadly. The blood flow was slowly ceasing.
He was going to gain a scar, nothing more.
"Don't tell me… You almost cried for me-?!" Kim Jihun wheezed as the pain in his abdomen spiked, and he almost curled like a boiled shrimp.
This vixen was vicious!
Kim Jihun had only teased him a little, and the beauty was already pressing down on his torn skin.
